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Posted on November 13, 2019 at 02:09:24 AM by CAIN
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He watched the mare carefully as he approached, looking for any outward signs of hostility or disgust, since he seemed to bring that out in just about every mare he came across so far on the islands. When she only looked curious of him, even dipping her head in greeting which was unheard of so far in his interactions, he arched a brow in suspicion for a moment before introducing himself. She said it was good to meet you (suspicious....) and gave her name as Persephone from the Luthien island. Her voice was warm like honey and something about it brought up memories he never thought he'd remember. Back before his brutal captivity, back when he still ran wild with his own herd as a colt. Somehow, her voice was like his own mother's, warm and soothing. His ears flicked back in uncertainty at this new occurance, his tail swishing his flanks as he shifted his weight and tried to recompose himself. He focused on her words instead of the voice saying them, hoping that would take the nauseas warm feeling away. She said she liked to keep up with the other islands and thought she would come introduce herself. "Well, aren't you a polite neighbor? The first and only so far, I might add." He said with a little smirk. She said it had been some time since she last visited Salem and he glanced around before looking back at her. "I'm sure I can understand why. It appears the landscape of Salem is less appetizing to most on the islands." Better than calling it a wasteland or dump as he'd heard in more recent conversation. Her sudden questions of how things have been and any trouble he'd had were met with a chuckle before he shook out his mane and flicked his tail again. "None that I can't handle. Tresspassing stallions and ungrateful mares. The usual, I'm sure." He tilted his head, studying her for a moment. She didn't smell of a stallion, so was she one of those mares that led without one? How...odd. He could see the marks on her flesh that proved she knew how to fight for what she had, though. That was respectable. "How about things in Luthien?" Seemed only fair to ask after her own troubles, if any. This was how you led a conversation with another leader, right? It was his first so he had to believe he was doing it right. Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert photo by happinesseater@deviantart |
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- better give my heart a listen - By PERSEPHONE November 20, 2019 at 05:31:32 PM
- bite me - By CAIN November 21, 2019 at 00:14:09 AM
- better give my heart a listen - By PERSEPHONE December 16, 2019 at 02:24:59 PM
- bite me - By CAIN December 16, 2019 at 11:54:04 PM
- better give my heart a listen - By PERSEPHONE December 16, 2019 at 02:24:59 PM
- bite me - By CAIN November 21, 2019 at 00:14:09 AM
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